Flower Is Opened,

Flower is opened, Sewed through is by the sun. At last ripe pupil is protruding Surrounded by the sincere bosom with graceful heel inside the sand. And rustling rain on skin is flowing to nowhere with a heat. Poet naitivist is more important to me than river at foothill. By every drop - the game of Christmas. And almaz snow every throw. the gift from Future falling, greedy to the sand uselessly will go. Above the world like tower will be, as amalgam will super-shine, opened in flight the taste of Mirra - create! And what creates - will have! ..